My skin is set on fire as Jughead runs his fingers up my thighs, towards my butt. I gasp when his fingers slip under one of the cut-outs on my sides.
He reaches behind my neck and unties the strap to my swimsuit, letting it fall down.
"Betts, are you a-" he trails off, before kissing my neck gently.
I nod my response, "Yeah, Jug." His lips connect with my earlobe, making my insides tingle.
I pull his shirt off and tug on the waistband of his jeans.
"Are you okay with this?" he asks abruptly pulling away.
"Yes. I just want all of you, Jug," I respond.
The next morning...
I wake up and strech my arms out. I release a sigh and turn over, suddenly feeling the soreness in my legs and abdomen. I remember why I feel this way and smile to myself. Once I'm facing Jughead, I snuggle closer to his warm body.
"Good morning beautiful," he mumbles, slowly opening his eyes.
"Hi," I whisper back. I feel his hand resting on my bare side, pulling me even closer to him.
"Are you feeling okay?" Jughead inquires, giving me a small smile.
"Yeah, just a little sore thats all," I tell him. I lean forward and kiss him gently. "Last night was amazing, Juggie," I add after a brief kiss.
"It definately was," he replies, kissing me on the cheek.
"I just want to lay here forever. With you," I murmur. He cracks a slight grin before replying.
"We have to get going, Betts. Kevin is probably dying to know what happened," he says with a chuckle. I kiss him quickly and shimmy out from underneath the covers. I walk to my suitcase and find a pair of leggings as well as a crop top. I put the clothes on and then help Jughead find clothes.
"Ready to sieze the day?" I ask him brightly.
"Of course," he answers, grabbing ahold of his crutches. We slowly make our way downstairs and go to the kitchen. I flip the lightswitch and we are bombarded by our friends jumping out from behind the counter.
"Surprise!" They all yell at us. I look at them, my eyes wide in confusion.
"Why are you guys here?" I inquire, staring at them..
"It's Jughead's birthday, didn't he tell you?" Kevin replies, smiling. I turn and glare at Jughead, getting frustrated.
I cover up my anger with my answer, "Oh of course. We were just so, um, busy last night I forgot that its today."
Veronica arches an eyebrow and steps forward, extending her hand to me. "Come join me outside for some quick girl talk, B," she exclaims. "Toodles boys," she adds over her shoulder as we walk outside.
"Busy last night? Oh my god Betty! Did you..." she squeals. I blush as a smile creeps onto my face.
"Yeah, V. We did," I say for her.
"Was he your first time?"
"Mhm. It was so nice to share that with him," I gush.
"Well, I bet lover boy is waiting for you in there, so go to him," she says and pushes me back into the loft. I walk back into the kitchen and sit down at the table next to Kevin.
"So, my plan worked?" he whispers to me as we watch Jughead cut his cake.
"Yeah. He said it, Kev. He said 'I love you' and I said it back," I murmur happily. Jughead turns around with a plate of cake and holds it out for me. I get out of my seat and take the plate from him, placing a quick kiss on his lips. As I walk back to the table to eat the piece of cake, my phone buzzes on the counter. I set the plate down and grab my phone and see what the notification was. A text from Archie telling me to call him.
Archie? Why is he texting me right now? I think to myself. I quickly excuse my self and head upstairs, before calling him. He picks up on the second ring and starts talking fast.
"Why haven't you been answering my texts and calls? I've tried to reach you multiple times and you don't even open the texts. Please explain Betty," he says.
"Arch, I can explain," I stammer. I pace around the bedroom, getting nervous about what he is going to say next. "I think we need to break up," I add.
"Excuse me?" he fumes.
"I met this, this guy. He's really sweet and amazing," I tell him.
"You cheated on me?"
"Well... yes. He asked me to be his girlfriend, and last night..." I trail off.
"You slept with him?" he yells through the phone. "I can't believe you. You're right. We need to break up," he says before hanging up. I let out a long sigh before heading back to the kitchen.
JUGHEAD'S P.O.V.
Betty comes back downstairs, looking flustered.
"Hey, you okay?" I whisper in her ear as I give her a hug.
"Y-yeah. I'm fine," she replies, pulling away with a smile. I return a smile back and kiss her on her forehead. She leads the way to the table, which is surrounded by our friends, except two seats next to each other. I sit down next to Betty and start to eat my cake.
"So, Jughead... your 17. Congrats bro," Kevin says, hitting me on the back.
"Thanks," I respond. As we continue eating, no one utters a single word.
"Well, congratulations you hobo, but we need to go," Cheryl states, standing up from her chair. Everyone else stands up and takes their plate to the sink.
One by one, they all give me a hug, with the exception of Cheryl who pats me on the head. Once all my friends have left, Betty starts doing the dishes. I hobble over to the sink where she is standing and wrap my arms around her stomach.
"Was last night okay?" I murmur, before kissing her neck.
"Mhm," she answers, and stops doing the dishes.
"I'm glad. What shall we do today?"
"We should go for a boat ride!" she exclaims.
I grin as I reply, "Betts, don't you remember what happened last time we went boating?"
"Oh... yeah I kind of forgot," she admits sheepishly.
"It's alright. Let's go!" I tell her, pulling on her hand.